Losing My Lover-Dancing Fingers Challenge #7

The first of chilling fall breezes traveled up and over masses of  leaves,still clinging to the trees, in those marvelous, exploding seasonal colors. Reds and oranges, pumpkin, russets, pale yellows and purples. He sighed as he closed the window. She just cannot have to much wind on her slender, and delicate shoulders.

He gazed at her hair, soft platinum, cascading down past her shoulders, a few wisps falling like gentle raindrops, over her perspiring forhead.

 He was lost. She was dying, and he was dying inside. Worse, she knew it. She could feel his pain. His hand on her forehead smelled as she knew it. All male, and spicy. His beard was soft and showed neglect from the last few days. James Blunt's album, their favorite, and the first real" respectful of the artist "concert they had seen together, was playing as she had asked.

The moments of discovery for words describing their loving each other had been found there. It gave her comfort to know someone else felt that, and it gave her hope, that he would find love again. It was killing her to know it would not be her. But she was dying anyway. So cruel was life, so desperate some loves.

Somehow the way they felt about each other was so deftly put into words. "You touched my heart, you touched my soul," gave her cold chills, and she smiled as he gazed into those sapphire eyes, soon to be closing for the last time. She melted as he quickly covered her some more, and gently tucked the wrap around her shoulders.

God does reward some devotion.  She knew it was time, and she wanted this song to playing. The words spoke their lives and times together, and now their parting. One tear fell from her eyes as he bent to kiss her one last time, "I'M so hollow baby,  I'm so, so hollow", was the last she heard mingled with "I love you forever'. 

For days after he listened to that song. He searched for meanings to keep her alive and with him.  It finally hit him.  The secret was she had touched his soul, and they were addicted to each other, racing home each nite to be together. The key was what they had, and the feeling without each other was just that. Hollow. He knew now how to go on. What to rid himself of, and what to keep. All of this she left for him in their song. And more. Her heart was in those words. This he could keep. And "Hollow" was their place to go now to be together. He was sure she would be there, wherever she might be. For the first time in a long time, he smiled slightly, while one tear fell from chocolate eyes. He hit replay..

500 word limit-James Blunt's "Good-Bye My Lover- song prompt-Lyrics to motivate